Handsome Bob visits London by Nonesane «One Two hasn't thought of Handsome Bob in years. The bloke's not been seen in London since Mumbles was living alone and hasn't exactly been sending Christmas cards. He's not forgotten, but he seems to be gone. So how's One Two supposed to react when Bob shows up at the pub out of the blue and wants to have a drink?»

Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry by toomuchplor«Arthur breaks all the rules of American high school films, as though he’s never even heard of John Hughes, and Eames can’t decide if, given the choice, he wouldn’t rather just become Arthur instead of having the chance to be with him.

A high school AU wherein Eames is a shy sweet nervous drama geek and Arthur is the confident popular gorgeous student council president; and lo, there is much pining and awkwardness and, eventually, kissing.»

Lions and Tigers by Starlingthefool«“What were you like as a kid?” Eames asks him.“Quiet,” Arthur says. “I lived in my head a lot. You?”“I did too,” Eames replies. “Only I was never quiet about it.”

A story about growing up, sort of.»

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«As he peels out of the garage and onto the street, Arthur asks, “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

“A dinosaur,” Eames replies, with no hesitation at all. He's checking behind them, to see if they're being pursued.

“A dinosaur?” Arthur asks. He switches lanes, slipping the Lincoln neatly between a taxi and a charter bus, and guns the engine as they get onto the Long Island Expressway.

“Adulthood didn’t really seem that appealing,” Eames replies. “It definitely didn’t have the obvious benefits of being a velociraptor.”

Arthur laughs. “You were kind of fixated on dinosaurs, weren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” Eames says, grinning. “What about you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Arthur says. “I wanted to be James Bond.”

Eames throws his head back and laughs.»

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The Sweetest Downfall by toomuchplor«Eames had long since thought of Arthur’s hair as permanently gelled into obedience. He’d had no earthly idea how – how wanton it could be, curving and wet at the tips and softening Arthur’s whole face»Для всех у кого кинк на кудряшки Джозефа и на самого Артура.

«"You sound really sexy when you speak in other languages," Arthur said, moving to kiss him. Eames stopped him with a hand on his chest. His firm, lean chest. Eames was mental for wanting to know this now, but--

"You didn't like it when I read you those poems," he said. "I saw you, you deleted the voicemails immediately."

"Is that what those were?" Arthur asked. He put a warm hand on Eames' thigh and gave him a smouldering look that quite definitely stirred some interest in Eames' trousers. "It was all Greek to me."

"That last one was in Greek," Eames replied.

Arthur smouldered some more. He caught Arthur's slender wrist before his hand moved any higher. I've gone round the bend, he thought.

"How could I seduce you with romantic poetry without using poetry?"

Now Arthur was beginning to look annoyed. He withdrew his hand. "You really want to talk about this now?"